Job 24 · איוב

Why are not times of judgment treasured up by the Almighty? and why do those who know him never see his days?

Some remove the landmarks; they violently take away flocks, and feed them.

They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow’s ox for a pledge.

They turn the needy out of the way: the poor of the earth hide themselves together;

behold, like wild asses in the desert, they go forth to their work; rising betimes to work for food: the wilderness yields food for them for their children;

they reap his corn in the field; and they glean the vineyard of the wicked;

they lie all night naked without clothing, and they have no covering in the cold;

they are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for want of a shelter.

These pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor,

who go naked without clothing; and they that carry the sheaf are hungry;

they also make the oil within the olive rows of the wicked; they tread the winepresses, and suffer thirst.

Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded cries out: yet God lays no blame on them.

They are of those who rebel against the light; they know not its ways, nor abide in its paths.

The murderer rising with the light kills the poor and needy, and in the night he is like a thief.

The eye also of the adulterer waits for the twilight, saying, No eye shall see me: and he disguises his face.

In the dark they dig through houses; by day they shut themselves up: they know not the light.

For the morning is to them even as deep darkness: for he was acquainted with the terrors of deep darkness.

He was swift upon the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: no treader turns towards their vineyards.

Drought and heat consume the snow waters: so does She᾽ol those who have sinned.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken like a tree.

He preys on the barren childless woman: and does not good to the widow.

And he draws the mighty away with his power: he rises up, and no man is sure of life.

Though it be given him to be in safety, whereon he rests; yet his eyes are upon their ways.

Go up a little, and he is no more: go down at all and they are shut up: they wither like the top of an ear of corn.

And if it be not so now, who will make me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth?